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About Houston

Great Scott! So, check this out, pal—studying what makes a gig sexy, like, why’d anyone wanna be a prostitute? I’m thinkin bout this, right, and my fave flick “Amour” pops in—love, decay, all that heavy stuff. Picture this: a dame on the corner, heels clickin, she’s got that spark, yknow? Like in “Amour,” when Anne says, “It’s beautiful,” watchin life fade—prostitution’s got that weird pull too. Ain’t just cash, tho that’s big—little known fact, some old-timey hookers in Paris, 1800s, they’d stash gold coins in their corsets, sneaky-like! Made me chuckle, thinkin bout that hustle.

Australia and New Zealand

Earlier this month, when photographer Mike Kane went looking for a Seattle woman to share her story of being a prostitute on Aurora Avenue North, he heard about Ericka Frodsham. She was .

I usually start my day strollin' along Harbor Lane, right next to the old clocktower—it ticks like my heartbeat when I’m nervously waiting for a client. Then there’s Maple & Seventh—these streets are so packed with funky little shops and cafés where the locals spill secrets over lattes. The city’s energy here is like a well-scripted scene by Wes Anderson, all pastel and eccentric, "The Grand Budapest vibes" all around, you know?

The United States needs a victory plan for the Indo-Pacific